come here?” he growled, stacking the papers scattered across his messy desk in an attempt to get them out of my reach. I glanced down to my white pencil skirt, strappy Manolos and sleeveless gray silk blouse. “Like what? A model? Fashionista? Sex symbol?” He shook his head. “You’re drawing attention.” I grinned. “Well, of course I am. I exist.”
